Magic: My equipment slots have no restrictions

Today's college classes have just begun.

"tutor."

At that moment, the door to an office was suddenly pushed open, and a handsome young man with a slight smile walked in.

Looking at the shadow lying on the table behind the pure white curtains in the room, the corners of his lips continued to curve upwards, while his eyes narrowed into two arcs.

Seeing that the shadow didn't move, he wasn't in a hurry. He looked around and then noticed that there were a few candies in the small table next to him that was piled with books.

Just then, a girl walked in from behind the young man.

"Try it."

He picked up two candies, gave one to the other person, and started peeling the candy himself.

The moment the candy touched his lips, he frowned, his once handsome face contorting into a deep frown.

"That's a remnant of the 'Land of Smiles,' which I haven't studied yet. I'll write down your thoughts later."

Only then did the shadows behind the curtain stir, first stretching lazily, then changing the subject:

"Don't you know what time it is? If you deduct points from my score, you know what the consequences will be."

The voice behind the curtain sounded like that of a middle-aged man. As he spoke, he turned his chair so that he was facing the two of them.

Meanwhile, the young man spat the bitter and sour candy into his palm and glanced at it with disdain.

"Judging from your expression, you don't know what happened in the auditorium?"

As he spoke, he casually tossed the candy into the trash can, then took out a quill pen and began recording information in the void.

Behind the curtain, all was silent once more, the shadows motionless, seemingly uninterested in the young man's words.

"hehe."

However, the young man did not explain further, but simply smiled and quickly wrote a long passage.

In the eyes of the girl behind him, the young man wrote very quickly, two lines in the blink of an eye, and he stopped writing just a few seconds later.

Immediately afterwards, a piece of paper appeared out of thin air below the text, attracted the text, and was then held up by the young man's palm.

"If you still aren't interested after reading this, then just pretend I was never here."

As the young man spoke, he tossed the paper toward the curtain.

The pure white curtain seemed to exist without stopping the papers from flying inside.

When the young man saw the person on the chair reach out to take the paper, he winked at the girl whose little face was still puffed up, then turned and left.

"Click".

The door was closed, and the two walked down the corridor.

"We witnessed what happened in the auditorium together, why didn't we just tell him?"

"snort."

Hearing the girl's words, the young man smiled disdainfully: "I'm tired of his stubborn look. Sometimes I want to see him make a fool of himself."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Before the girl could ask a question, a loud "bang" came from behind her, followed by a flurry of hurried footsteps.

"You brat, stop right there!"

Following the sound of footsteps came a low growl from a middle-aged man.

The young man chuckled softly, turning around and his mocking expression vanished.

"Haha, I thought my advisor wouldn't care at all."

"Come with me immediately to find Instructor Lutia and explain everything to me!"

Because he was wearing a white mask, the young man couldn't see his mentor's expression, but hearing the urgent tone, he felt a surge of pride.

The girl smiled as she watched this scene.

The two of them were the man and woman who had been observing Viktor's entire attack from inside the auditorium.

It was precisely because they saw the depth of the other party's skill and the magnitude of their potential in casting spells that they risked being reprimanded by their mentor to come and inform them.

"To cast a shield spell in less than half a second, and even intercept the opponent's attack with his reflexes before that—is this something a freshman can do?"

Before long, during the high-speed journey, the mentor heard the details of the "auditorium conflict" from the two students and raised this question.

"My junior and I witnessed it with our own eyes; there's no faking it."

The young man answered immediately.

Seeing this, the mentor remained silent for two seconds, then nodded, and a whisper came from behind the mask.

"Okay, I believe you."

As the three were talking, they were about to arrive at their destination.

at the same time.

Lutia is conducting the most challenging lesson of her career in her office.

She frowned, staring intently as Elena drew the runes.

"This is wrong. What you drew is not the 'moon,' but 'love.'"

Seeing Elena's wandering gaze, she couldn't help but remind her.

"I'm sorry, mentor."

Elena immediately snapped out of her daze, looked at the crooked runes she had drawn, and immediately apologized in a low voice.

Seeing the aggrieved look on the girl's delicate face, Lutia's expression softened:

"Miss Elena, I know what you're thinking, but you can't participate in Viktor's training right now."

"Promise me you'll only endure it for half a month. By then you'll become stronger and surprise him."

After saying this, she clearly saw that the girl's eyes seemed to soften, as if she was about to agree in the next second.

"Bang bang bang!"

But just then, there was a knock on the office door.

Lutia's face darkened, and deep resentment welled up in her eyes.

"Wait a moment."

But she still spoke gently to the girl before picking up the mask from the table, putting it on, and walking to the door.

As soon as the door opened.

The middle-aged man wearing a mask was about to rush into the house.

But at that moment, a delicate hand blocked his way.

"Professor Sweeter, what do you want to do?"

Hearing Lutia's unfriendly tone,

The young man and woman who had just reached the door froze, about to remind their mentor to be mindful of his behavior.

"Where is Viktor? I want to see the boy."

To everyone's surprise, Sweet had already answered quickly and, as if ignoring Lutia's warning, craned his neck to look into the office.

It’s over.

Behind Sweet, the young man and the girl covered their faces at the same time.

Just as the thought crossed their minds, a chill rose from the soles of their feet to the tops of their heads.

The moment this panic arose, a chilling aura, almost tangible, swept over us.

"Click".

In an instant, the two people behind Swait were frozen into ice sculptures, while Swait was blasted out of the office by the sudden burst of cold air.

Sweet stumbled back three steps until he bumped into two of his students before regaining his balance and staring blankly at Lutia.

At this moment, this woman, who usually keeps a low profile, is covered with a pure, icy blue, chilling magic.

The air around it was frozen. A mosquito that had just peeked out from the doorway was instantly frozen and then torn to pieces.

"..."

Sweet watched this scene, his lips twitching slightly beneath his mask:

"I'm...I'm sorry, I really just wanted to see Viktor."

"He is currently practicing meditation and does not want to be disturbed by outsiders."

Lutia was silent for a few seconds, then said coldly, "Also, I don't care what you're up to, but Victor is my student, and you're not going to take him away."

Upon hearing this,

Swaiter glanced down at the severed limbs of a mosquito on the ground, knowing that he was not going to get in today no matter what, so he turned around.

He swept his students away with a flick of his sleeve, then turned and left.

"Okay, then you'd better not regret it."